I love you. Sometimes it feels as if it's out of obligation, however. You have the innate ability to take simple joys and crush them, like bugs under a shoe. You want me to trust and confide in you, but it only leaves me cut open and bleeding. I know you care for me, but are you holding on too tight and suffocating the very life out of me?
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